Never See You Again (Sergio and Maeve)

Oupter 48

Maeve was somewhat surprised at Sergio's cold and indifferent tone.

Sergio hadn't treated Clara like this before.

What happened today? Did he take the wrong medicine?

Maeve soon understood that it was probably because of the reporter's question earlier that made Sergio more cautious.

Hearing Sergio's words, Clara couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes,

Since her birthday night, Sergio had been distant and cold toward her. Even when she took the initiative to call him, it hadn't made much of a difference.

Clara obediently nodded her head. "Alright, I'll go back now."

Seeing Clara's dejected expression, Sergio felt a pang of regret.

Was his tone just now too harsh?

As she watched Clara walk away, Marve said, "A girl's heart is very fragile. If you want to comfort her, just go ahead and do it."

"You want me to comfort her?"

Sergio frowned, his tone filled with doubt.

"No matter what, she's a student you've personally mentored. You've always treated her well, so it's natural she would be upset if you suddenly started acting cold toward her." Sergio pressed his lips together.

Seeing that Sergio was not responding, Maeve said, "If you don't go now, it'll be too late, Larry drives very fast."

"You don't need to play mind games with me."

Sergio held Maeve's hand and said calmly, "You are my wife,"

Maeve was stunned..

Sergio led her out of the hall by the hand.

Maeve looked up at Serglo's profile and suddenly remembered many years ago when she first met him. Back then, he had also led her home by the hand, just like this. Perhaps Sergio had forgotten that the Scott family had a mischievous twelve-year-old girl.

At that time, Sergio was still in school, just a seventeen-year-old boy.

Back then, she thought to herself, how wonderful it would be if she could marry a man as handsome as Sergio.

But she was no longer that young girl who wanted to be in love.

Thinking of this, Maeve pulled her hand out of Sergio's

Feeling his hand was empty, Sergio tumed back and saw Maeve standing still. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"There are no reporters here, so there's no need to hold my hand."

Marve looked unpleasant. There was a hint of gloom in her eyes.

Serglo couldn't find a suitable reason. He just held her hand subconsciously.

"Let's go home."

Maeve walked a little faster, not waiting for Sergio behind her.

Sergio didn't know what he had done wrong. It seemed like Maeve's mood had suddenly tumed somber.

Were women's moods really this unpredictable?

"Sergio Come down and drive!" Maeve's voice came out of the elevator.

Sergio took a deep breath.

He really couldn't understand Maeve anymore.

At the same time, Zion, with a dark expression, threw the dart in his hand toward the TV.

In the next second, several large cracks appeared on the TV screen